A fearful reality or dreams gone bad

I know it's a sin. Yet I do it all the time. I recall what the word says and am comforted in knowing that I'm not the only one. You may do it as well, even though it doesn't do any good to do it. You're probably wondering what I'm talking about by now. It's worry. I let my fears get the best of me, carry me away and scare me. Right now I'm worrying about my sister and her husband. They went to Bermuda on Saturday when Hurricane Danielle was churning towards that area on a cruise ship no less! I tell myself that they are having the time of their lives and that it will be a very memorable experience. Yet the fearful reality is that they're on a cruise ship in rough seas...yikes!

Then I worry about finances. I'm guessing that a lot of people are. I should be content that the Lord is providing for me, yet I see so many people out in the streets. Their dreams have gone bad. It frightens me, as I realize that I could very well end up like that. I thank God daily for what he's provided for me. I know I don't deserve half of it.

Reflections and memories

How often do we reflect on the things that matter most? For some of us, it's almost never. We take things too much for granted. I know I have done that. We can say that we forget too easily the way or that we ignore what is right in front of us. That's not good. Ignoring what's in front of us can make us blind to what's just around the corner. Maybe that's our lot though...to be blind. Yet, I can't help thinking that it doesn't have to be that way. We do have someone in our corner that can lead us.

We remember him, and reflect on the words he spoke through his word. How? In our daily struggle, we should stop to reflect and remember his promises to us. They are marvelous promises, given to us to sustain us through this world. I often think about the promise that one day all things will become new. Some days I wish for it to happen soon. Other days I realize that he has perfect timing and that he's waiting for those he called to come to him.

A Summer Wish

Seems like only yesterday I lazed around dreaming about my future. I still recall the lazy summer days spent dreaming, walking and thinking about life. I didn't know then about the world and all its troubles. My mind was free. I was a child. Being with my little niece, Aydia, awakened those feelings in me. She is so young, and the world is a free and friendly place to her. She doesn't know about all that is waiting in the wings to drag her away from that carefree existence.

Like the slow, relentless beat of the drum, summer wears on and soon passes. For some of us, the ending of summer means a new chapter in life. Aydia is experiencing that new chapter now and it's a good thing. Yet, sometimes I long for time to stop. It seems that it goes way too fast. I hardly have time to take it all in.

New Beginnings and Partings

Recently I noticed more and more that I seem to be growing out of the person I was and into a new person. I'm a lot more outgoing and open than I used to be. Yet I still feel that tug of wanting to hide myself away. I don't want to part with that quiet, shy person I once was. I hate the changes I'm going through now. I know they are a necessary part of life. I also know what many say about this period of change. I can't stagnate and stay in the past. Yet sometimes that's exactly what I want to do. I look at my older brother. He has withdrawn more and more into himself every year. He lives in the past, wishing that everything would turn back to that simpler time.

Sometimes I do wish that things would remain the same...that no one would leave for "greener" pastures. I'm sure we all dream that things would at least slow down. Changes happen at too great a speed. It makes my head spin. They tell me change is good. Growth is good. You should look forward to new beginnings. I do. I look forward to the time when all things will be new again and I will see my Lord face to face. Yet I'm also scared. I know that I haven't been the best servant. I freeze and look the other way when I know I can't do anything to help. I ignore the cries of the homeless and hungry. I admit that freely, and that's what scares me. I fear that because I do that, that the Lord will turn away from me. That would shatter me....and break my heart. Then I remember that he promised never to leave me.